Dear PiePie,
When I first started writing this series of letters, there were no AI chatbots. Now, they are a dime a dozen and getting cheaper by the day. And they are so good that I’m sure, if I feed it the past letters I’ve written, and ask it to generate 30, 40, 50 more of those, it will do a commendable job.
It will likely be able to write in clearer prose, potentially make more coherent arguments and, frankly, save me a bit of time that I can spend with you. In a broader way, this applies to everything where the written output is the end in and of itself – for substack posts, newspaper articles, encyclopedia entries. AI can do it faster, cheaper and often better.
Which is to say, what’s the point of me writing all these letters when AI could do it?
I suppose the distinction lies in the fact that the written output of these letters are not quite the main purpose of these letters. It sounds odd, and certainly, I have not had to confront this until realising the potential futility of this letter-writing exercise, but perhaps the act of writing these letters is also inescapably important as well. The letters are a mean to an end, not the end in itself that I thought it was.
Writing these allow for moments of reflection, for wondering what type of child you are growing up to be and the type of advice you might need to hear. For thinking about how we should parent you. And regardless of whether you eventually read this, those self-reflection will inevitably seep its way into how I respond and react to you, day by day, in this current moment. That will matter.
Also, the letters are not meant for all children. It is written with you in mind, and that means the anecdotes, examples, and advice is a response to our shared daily experiences. The AI can’t know (for now), how you might giggle when someone else gets scolded, or how you might get ‘hangry’ and whiny only to transform into a hyperactive and happy kid after some food. We know. And that knowing should make the difference between what I am writing, and what AI can write to you.
And so, for now, I’ll persist in writing these letters, hoping that they matter even many years in the future. Otherwise, I’ll hope they matter in the ways my actions change during my interactions with you right now, however minuscule the change might be.
Love, Dad